The Unfortunates

I Will Follow You into the Dark

A week ago, a flower withered and died, that flower was named Cher.

“You know, Alexandre has this really cool theory, he says thattwo people could be born at exactly the same time, but because of the different time zones, they have different birthdays, don’t you think that’s interesting?” Said Daniel with his deep, strong voice, that now grew into a shaky sound of weakness and sadness, to a rock that has Cher’s name written on it, yes, I know that there is Cher’s body lying under there, but still, he was talking to a still lifeless object, a rock.

“Pull that cigar out of your mouth, you’re old, you had a heart attack, and you are a cancer patient, practically, your legs are already in your grave and you are slowly sinking in” Shouted Talia.

“Whatever.” I answered with no care.

“Whatever? Really? Tell me how you are going to end this bloody curse you call a relief from guilt.”

“They always told me that smoke kills. I never really understood how inadequate the figures that I’ve seen in my life. I had enough education about how dangerous cigars are, but yet, I find other stuff to be more dangerous and lethal than a tiny piece that is lit with fire between my teeth.”

Silence oozed around, but once the clock ticked 11:11, it was time for the emotional wreck created by my past.

Closed eyes, palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, standing on a cliff, just a push that was needed.

 “It was another day, another page in the book of life, another soul, and another body to grow old, It's not complicated.

Did she ever wonder if the stars shine out for her?

As you all know, I miss her, and I wish she stayed, but that’s how things work, I am the misery's child and I will always be one, you see, we all have this perfect picture in our minds of how things are supposed to be and that’s why we all end up being disappointed. And you know what they say, everyone dies. And here I go Cher, love of mine, we knew that someday you will die, but I am close behind, I will follow you into the dark, it’s just going to be me and you hands clashed together.”

 “Thantophobia, the phobia of losing someone you love” Said Talia cutting me off from reading his letter.

“Yes, that’s what he had.”

“Did you ever feel like doing what Sarah did, Miss Parker?”

“Actually, I did.”

I’ve never heard silence quite this loud. Everyone expected that he would do such thing, but for my shock, everyone reacted differently.

Two down and four to go.

The seven deadly sins, an alcoholic shot comprised of equal parts of the seven cheapest liquors, vanity, envy, gluttony, lust, wrath, avarice and sloth.

Vanity, the excessive belief in one's own abilities, which interferes with the individual's recognition of the grace of God. It has been called the sin from which all others arise. Envy is the desire for others' traits, status, abilities, or situation. Gluttony is an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires. Lust is an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body. Wrath is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. Avarice, Covetousness, or Greed is the desire for material wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual. Sloth is the avoidance of physical or spiritual work.

We all took a sip from the devil’s cup, and it slowly took over us, each and every single one of us in this room. Which of the seven liquors did you drink?

“Have your father ever hit you?”

“No,” I said, “Why would you ask such question?”

“Well, whenever his title is to be said, your face grows pale, an aura of tension surrounds you, you seem intimidated.”

“What on earth are you talking about?” Said sixteen year old me, “Are you sure you are not watching too many movies?”I answered with a tone of sarcasm concealing my tone of sadness and fear.

As you know, and as I told you previously, I was what I would like to think about, a beginning of a cliché story that never got its cliché ended. Everyone complained about clichés and how horrible they are, but in my situation, clichés were the strings that kept some people from falling into the bottomless hole of misery.

 His death could be from just running out of energy, love and compassion for his joy of life on earth, and you could only say, his time on earth had ended, he was requested in another world, a world that had Cher in it.

“What the hell?!” You could hear the rage and the anger in Alexandre’s voice,  “Is everyone just going to die and we will sit here and watch.” Well, yes, but you won’t just watch, you will die too. As you can tell, he knows too much, and too much is never good.

As you may have wondered, why do we kill? There is nothing that is going to happen when you just bring in poor unfortunate souls and then kill them, what’s the point of whatever you are doing you and your damn company? I know I have asked myself this question.

It was a misuse of time, people in our company were very self-centred, very self-absorbed, they were angry teenager who derived extraordinary pleasure from watching savage vengeance and such love just grew bigger and stronger. As a side effect of that love, our ability to perform horrendous acts on living things without remorse is generally what made us monsters, but that all didn’t matter at that time, did it?

“It’s a revolution” words that have been said, but never spoken through the tongue.

You can say that Alexandre was the mockingjay of this hunger games.

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Hi everyone, how are you? Hope you are all good, I know that this chapter is not long, but the end of this story is very close, maybe just two chapters and we're done, I didn't want this chapter to be crwody because what's going to happen next will be action full. I hope that you enjoy this chapter, vote, and comment telling me what you think.

Question of this chapter to get a dedication, do you think monsters are created or born?